If this were in ancient times, it would be even more so.
"May I ask, where did you learn this?"
"I told you, everyone can do it."
"Oh, I was being nosy."
Feng Yao took the spoon and finished the remaining half pot, patting his belly and leaning back in the chair.
"Haven't eaten a satisfying meal in days, finally feeling comfortable now."
"Find me a reason these days, I need to visit the headquarters and meet the General Director."
"That's simple, there's so much going on in the Scorching Sun Department, finding a reason to invite you, one that you must go, is simple. Just wait for the notice."
Feng Yao didn't ask more, nor did he ask about what Wen Yan was carrying on his back.
Wen Yan finished his trip and returned home.
He glanced into the basement, sighed, there was no room anymore.
He went to the underground hive, found a spot facing south on the first floor, against the wall, and set up an offering table again without anyone's help, tinkering there all night.
